COLUMN: And that’s when you know
I realized I am getting old when I became giddy buying a Brita water purifier.
“Oh, the clean water I am going to drink now.” Muhahaha. Next, I will buy the Keurig coffee maker I have been drooling over.
I realized I am getting old when I started calling my mom to talk about the serious things in life.
I no longer just call her to make my dentist appointments or see how long brownies bake for.
Don’t worry, Mom, I got this.
I realized I am getting old when I rushed home from Kaya after drinking coffee to watch the presidential debate because I was interested, not obligated.
Why would I watch two women fight on “The Real Housewives of Everywhere” when I can see two men fight over my future?
I realized I am getting old when I now console my friends through family deaths, tragic breakups and parental divorce.
We’re here for each other for the hard times more than the good times, and act as support teams rather than like, “OMG, BFF.”
I realized I am getting old when my parents come to visit me and I yell at them for messing up my apartment.
My Dad always warned me about the day he was going to come to my house and leave crumbs on the counter, then watch me freak out.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Dad. I will never be weird like you.”
But damn, his peanut butter cracker crumbs made me mad.
When did I become this adult who dies of excitement over buying reusable water bottles, Tempur-Pedic pillows and soy candles?
Where did the days go when I wanted to add the newest Ken doll to my family of Barbies, or when my Christmas list consisted of “pool,” “puppy,” and “trampoline” every year?
When did I stop asking my mom about how long to cook noodles for or why my coffee tastes like dirt?
Sure, I have a long way to go before calling myself “old,” but these realizations show me that day after day, the big changes often go unnoticed. But year after year, the amount of growing up one does in college is immeasurable.
Last summer, I packed up my life and lived for three months in a place I only knew on Google Maps.
Last week, I dropped and broke my phone and didn’t panic about it like I would have freshman year.
Last night, my mini fridge died in my bedroom. Naturally, I made it a new shoe closet.
And that’s when I realized, I’m still young.
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